[Notorious B.I.G.:]
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Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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Niggaz... bitches...
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Uhh
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[Chorus: B.I.G.]
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(Niggaz) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
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(Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
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Gotcha, open off the words I say because
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[Slick Rick:] "This type of shit it happens everyday"
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[Verse 1: Lil' Ceasar]
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Check it out, uhh
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Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
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What are you a idiot?
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Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
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Got mad guns up in the cabin
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Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
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I make it happen, you got your ass caught
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All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
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Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
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I blow up spots like little sisters
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G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
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Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
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Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
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Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
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The little one, pullin over in the Land Rover
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Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
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Stack the green, read all between the lines
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A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
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(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
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Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals
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Smokin skunk and mad Phillies
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Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
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If robbery's a class, bet I pass it
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Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards
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Big Poppa never softenin
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Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
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Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
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Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears
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Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches
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She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest
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Just the way players play, all day everyday
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I don't know what else to say
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I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
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Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know
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My flow, detrimental to your health
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Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
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My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10
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My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin
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Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half
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Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
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Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly
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The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?
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[Chorus: x2]
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[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
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I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs
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Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs
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Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags
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Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs
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No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical
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Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals
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Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals
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Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals
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I kick the rilli with my peeps all day
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325's roll by with the windows down halfway
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D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
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It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie
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Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme
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Cause they all in line screamin one more time
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Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
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Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up
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Player's Anthem
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Junior M.A.F.I.A. |